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She squealed loudly when he entered her, twisting her sheets in her fists.

"God, Natsume, did you use any lube?" she snapped at him, turning around to see a smirking Natsume.

"You were already so wet from before," he said simply, holding his dick still. Nevertheless, after a small glare from his girlfriend, he reached over to her bedside drawer and took out a tall bottle of perfume, which he broke apart for the smaller bottle of lube hidden inside.

Her parents were out on a rare date and so had asked Natsume to take care of Mikan like the baby-sitter he wasn't. Being a courteous gentleman, Natsume had agreed to make sure their daughter was safe from any creepy deviants out at night and their house was safe from their daughter.

Thankfully, Yuka and Izumi still thought the world of Natsume, who played the role of the young, handsome boy next door quite convincingly. They had to have known he was fucking their daughter whenever he came over (he wasn't Ruka, the golden boy), but they never hinted or mentioned it. It was never awkwardly tense between them.

He could be sitting with them at the dinner table, answering their small talk questions with a polite and friendly smile and laughing it up while thinking about the time he had bent Mikan over the table (right where her father sat) and had spanked her ass red and then fucked her hard.

Part of him (a very, very naughty part) liked the idea of getting caught, of having someone else see how he could make goody-two-shoes Mikan Sakura into his little slut. She hated the "s" word so he never said it out loud. But...he had thought it before. It just made him so fucking horny.

He rubbed lube all over his cock with one hand as he fingered her ass for the second time that night. He would have loved to use his tongue, but she had adamantly refused to have him put his mouth on someplace so… unclean.

She let him have every part of her. There wasn't a part of her he hadn't explored thoroughly, a part of her he didn't know. There wasn't a part of him that he didn't let her see; every part of him, his soul, his heart, his mind; they all belonged to her.

They had had sex, made love, fucked so many times; they had talked and cried and screamed at each other so many times; they had cuddled and snuggled and gone days without touching each other so many times.

After four years of being together, it was hard to imagine them being apart.

This time, Mikan's squeal was a moan as she relaxed against him. Soon, they found their rhythm, her pushing back for him to thrust into her ass.

"Fuck my ass, Nat, fuck it hard, " she whimpered, arching her back as well as she could take all of him, "Show me who owns it. Shove your fat cock into my ass - yeah, oh - just like that - Natsume!"

He loved the way she stretched around him. "You love taking me up the ass, don't you? Yeah, you like that?" You little slut, yeah, you love it when I fill you up. This ass belongs to me. I own this tight little ass.

Their love was needy. She belonged to him, and he belonged to her. It wasn't just physical, but the way they were intimate made them feel so much more connected like their very essences had mated.

They couldn't exist without each other.

There wasn't much to do in a small town. Nearly everyone knew at least one person who did drugs, the wrong kind that messed up lives. Everyone knew to walk in groups at night, which streets to avoid, and, even if they didn't want to know, where to get drugs.

For people who didn't want to go down that path in life, they instead opted to party hard with alcohol, even though that was just as much a risk.

The next Friday night after their "double date" at the movies, Ruka knew they would be there at Andou's house.

Mikan was a social being who loved building friendships and connecting with others so she chose to go to those loud, wild gatherings just for the interaction. Natsume, as her boyfriend, went with her dutifully, even if he was an antisocial introvert.

Ruka had kept Kimiko's words to himself for an entire week.

Koko and Kitsuneme had given him shit for not telling them about his date with Kimiko. The fact that Kimiko didn't talk to him afterwards, except for a terse, "That was a nice night. Thank you, Ruka," helped support Ruka's insistence that nothing much had happened. It seemed like she had lost interest in him, her curiosity unfulfilled and dead. Guess she wasn't that perfect for him after all, but that was okay. He didn't feel much.

Natsume didn't say much either, other than expressing his surprise for the second time about seeing his best friend at the theater. Mikan was sad to hear that he and Kimiko weren't going for a second date since she thought they were cute together.

Then again, she said that about every girl he had dated, and he wondered more deeply than ever just what her interest was in his love life.

Could it be possible she was jealous? Did she know about his secret feelings? Did she just want him to move on and find someone else? Was she waiting for him to admit it? Would she come back to him?

These questions rattled through his head as he entered Andou's house, one of the typical high school party scenes. He had come alone, and he entertained the idea, on the very edge of his mind, of finding someone to hook up with for the night.

At least that way, he didn't feel a pathetic parasite clinging on the glorious power couple, whom he was currently searching for amidst the throngs of people hanging out, talking, with a mellow beat playing in the background.

He spotted his best friend first, making conversation for what seemed like the first time with someone who wasn't Mikan.

Then he saw Mikan, and he felt his adrenaline spike as he found himself yanking his best friend off the couch.

"What the fuck is she doing?" snarled Ruka into Natsume's ear. The image of a wasted, strung out Mikan flashed into his head, and it burned.

Natsume shook off Ruka's hold and nonchalantly took a glance at his girlfriend, who had laughingly passed the bong to her neighbor. "She's doing what she wants."

"She's getting high."

"Yeah… Because she can do what she wants to," Natsume explained slowly before he laughed a little. "She's a person, Ruka. I'm not in charge of her life."

"So you're just going to sit back and watch her destroy her life?" Ruka's vision had still not returned clearly.

"She's not destroying her life. Chill, Ruka. She's just hanging out at a party. It's not like she's student body president or a uptight princess."

Ruka erupted. "She's a princess to me," he hissed. "If I had her, I would treat her like how she fucking deserves to be treated."

Natsume was shocked for exactly one second before he got up and pushed his way into Ruka's face, shoving his chest against the other boy's. "Let's continue this somewhere else, huh?" he growled threateningly, shoving himself against his best friend to back him away toward the kitchen.

Ruka let himself be pushed through the kitchen and into the backyard. He vaguely registered a crowd gathering around them, eyes and whispers and attention diverted their way.

Once they were outside, Natsume finally raised his voice, one hand shoving Ruka's shoulder. "Do you have a fucking problem with the way I treat her? Huh?"

"You're a piece of shit, Natsume, and you know it," he spit back, pushing back with just as much force. "You're fucking dragging her down." Natsume was furious, but so was he.

"What, you think you're better for her? You don't even ask her what she wants. You're a fucking pussy. You let her go. You already had your chance, and she's found me."

Ruka found the words he'd been keeping secret from his best friend, from their whole town, from himself. "Yeah, Natsume, I do think I would be better. It was a mistake. I want her back."

The blaze in Natsume's eyes dampened a little, losing its intensity to melt into steely resolve. "You'll have to fight me for her."

Ruka curtly nodded as they backed away into a circle. They had drawn quite a buzz, and Ruka heard someone shout, "Nogi and Hyuuga are finally duking it out over Sakura!"

Swiping a plastic cup from whoever was closest, Ruka chugged a bit of numbing liquid courage, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and crumpling the cup. Natsume took the time to take off his shirt, drawing an excited buzz from the female spectators, but Ruka saw no need to flaunt anything at the moment.

As the instigator, Ruka lunged first. Knees bent, he aimed low and tackled Natsume across the abdomen. Natsume instantly pushed back, one arm wrapping around Ruka in a chokehold as his fist shot up to slam repeatedly against Ruka's stomach. Both grunted in exertion as they both grabbed at each other, a flurry of fists and flailing limbs and sweaty skin. The spectators were rowdy.

Their visions blurred, seeing nothing but the other boy. The watchers thought they were evenly matched, both of them managing to lay significant damage, drawing blood. Natsume's lip was cut. Ruka would be sore and have bruises everywhere. They cheered on who they thought the winner would be, the crowd split half and half, the backyard also filled with the sound of skin hitting skin, pained grunts, and the buzz of the Ruka managed to sweep Natsume's legs from under him, hitting the ground with a solid thud, and he pounced on Natsume, arms cocked back to hit.

Ruka had managed to land a few punches before Natsume pushed him off, sending him tumbling clumsily onto his hands. Before Ruka could charge at him again, he felt himself yanked by the back of his shirt and thrown once again to the ground. The crowd dramatically gasped and jeered tauntingly as he felt the first fist pound square on his left eye, blacking out his vision. He sucked in a breath, momentarily stunned. But the second attacker left him no recovery time as the next fist impacted hard with his cheek. The hand holding the collar of his shirt let go, sending his head jolting against the ground, before slapping his other cheek.

He felt the weight lift off his body and a glob of saliva splattered right next to his ear.

"You son of a bitch. Don't you fucking lay a hand on Natsume ever again!"

Straining against the fuzzy spots in his vision, he raised his head dazedly to see one furious brunette picking his (former?) best friend off the ground. She turned to glare, disconcerting Ruka with the animosity and hatred in her usually bright eyes.

Of course. Mikan Sakura would never abandon her man.

He watched in a shocked stupor as she supported her boyfriend with his arm around her shoulders, as they walked away and the other spectators reacted wildly, surrounding the two of them and looking back at him with smugness or pity or whatever the fuck they felt. A few of them offered meaningless words of comfort or hands to help him up, which he ignored.

Ruka realized he lost not only the respect of the most of the school, but quite possibly his closest friendships since elementary.

He dropped his head back to the ground.

Well, shit.